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[enterpainment]

[filtered away from alan and mae | so hackable it's barely even a filter]

So... magic. I've heard a lot about it here, and I was wondering... what's magic in everyone else's world like? Dangerous, or common, or... er, not so common? It's a universal word, but it seems to mean a lot of different things.

I was just... curious.

[/filtered]

... I think I'm cursed.

Well, not the kind of curse that usually goes on here, but actually cursed. I swear three toasters this week have disappeared! One minute they were in the kitchen, and the next they'd just gone. Either I'm living in a sentient apartment that eats toasters, or I have an... an anti-toaster curse on me. Or maybe the toasters are alive. It's all probably possible, in a place like this.

All I want is toasted bread in the morning! Apparently that is too much to ask for.

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damnnnnn you, I was JUST ON THE WAY TO BED.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I do hear that these things happen.

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR PRESSURING ME TO POST 8|

[enterpainment]

... You're my number one suspect.

[THE MOST UNIMPRESSED.]

I ~convinced~ you. Terribly different story.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

No--I see why you would. But you must understand, even toasters have to think of their own welfare.

... it is the same story worded differently 8|

[enterpainment]

Well, maybe the toasters should have a little more faith in me. I can toast bread. Sometimes. One time out of ten, it's not completely charred! That is an awful lot of progress.

... Anyway, I still think you did it.

that's like saying 'no' is just a 'yes' with different letters.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Believe whatever you like--but you know I wouldn't kidnap a harmless toaster.



But--I think I could guess what such a mastermind might want.

....... well, you know what. your face :| ALSO, what html fail

[enterpainment]

[... Alan, stop treating Jamie as if he is twelve.]

But you might hide a harmless toaster. I understand banning me from the oven and the stove, but I can manage the toaster and the microwave. [... well, mostly.]

[Jamie pauses.] ... What?

I SAW ALL THE HTML FAIL.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Well, to live in an apartment free of charred ceilings, for one thing.

NO YOU DIDN'T IT'S A LIE. >:(

[enterpainment]

The ceilings were only a little charred. And the fire alarm went off after I waved a broom at it.

8) .................

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I don't mind making breakfast, you know.

8|

[enterpainment]

Then why are the toasters gone?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Didn't we just go over the fire alarm?

[enterpainment]

... Fine, fine. I'll just live off untoasted bread. This must've been how the cavemen felt before they invented fire.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Come to the kitchen. I'll make it for you. Right now, if you like.

[enterpainment]

[grumble grumble... but yes, Jamie does come to the kitchen because it's nice of Alan to offer. Even if he is the toaster-stealing culprit.]

So you managed to track one of the toasters down, then?

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. Would you mind getting the butter for me?

[enterpainment]

[Oh, yay. What fun.

Jamie obliges, though, and grabs the butter out of the fridge, passing it solemnly to Alan.] ... All right. Even though you may or may not steal toasters, I am grateful that you can cook.

[Because seriously, what would they do without him.]

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

That's two warnings you've made to the network about me, now. To think I had such a good reputation before you came.

[enterpainment]

[He wasn't going to! ... Okay, he might've.]

... To be fair, I didn't actually call you out by name. I could just pretend I was talking about another, theoretical roommate. [Even if he accused Alan of being his number one suspect. Innocent until proven guilty, right?

... Right.]

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

That's true.



Well--I'm glad you're settling in a bit, anyway.

[enterpainment]

Yeah, people are actually talking to me like I'm a human being. [... cough Seb cough. And all of Seb's friends. And, okay, most people at school.] And it's becoming more of a rule than an exception. It's a strange and foreign experience.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

I hope you haven't forgotten the language.



I didn't realise things were so bad.

[enterpainment]

[Jamie shrugs, non-committal.]

Well... I had Mae, so it wasn't too terrible. [He pauses, thoughtfully.] And Nick pretty much scared them all off, too, more recently. I've noticed he's good at that.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

Yes. He is.



But it's--easier here, either way. Oh, did you want them just toasted or slightly scorched?